Have you ever owned a fragile, old book that creaked and cracked and as you opened it that one final time, the binding completely gave out? Every page chaotically scattered loose to the ground. The sound of the pages sliding as they scraped upon dust atop the floor. You corralled all the leaves and stacked them ever so carefully on a flush tabletop. But despite your best efforts to return them to order, the pages shuffled.
However scattered, no words were lost; the story still remains. The beginning, the middle and the end; the characters; the places they journeyed; the love found and the love lost – all still there.